… I have to double-down on Co-Conspirator Sasha’s Superbowl post. I seem to lack the spectator sports gene. I’ll spend a couple of hours working out today, but, well, I can’t actually remember how football is scored. Beloved Daughter is headed over to a friend’s house to watch the game with a Real Family whose father will make sliders and stuff. She noted with derision that I got mixed up and thought Superbowl Sunday was last weekend and asked if she wanted to hang out with me and watch the game. I think I’m going to head to the gym and do a lot of dead lifts and squats and bench presses. And then eat a bag of Doritos.
Update: Okay, I’m watching. My Beloved Wife is explaining it to me as we go. Where are my sliders and Doritos? It’s kinda cool. One thing I hadn’t realized. Half the players seem to be stunningly built, and must have speed and coordination on top of that. But the other half seem to be sumo wrestlers – although they must be pretty darn fast and dancer-like coordination as well, even with all the heft. Pittsburgh just made a touchdown in the 4th quarter and the game just got much more exciting again.